Page 68 of Inflame Me
She pulls away from my hand and moves up the small stairs and into the grand gazebo I created by myself. It’s not small. No, I had to knock out trees and make a huge clearing for it, but with the cedar boards, I made it into a huge octagon, incasing it with railing all around.
“This is beautiful, Rhys.” Her eyes are wide as she takes everything in.
There is a large, wooden swing that hangs in one area; a grill built into the structure; and a hammock swings freely on one of the railing sides. The huge area in the middle has couches, chairs, and even a small fire pit. I added a hole in the top of the roof that can open and close when I have it on, which if I have to be honest, isn’t much. I hardly ever get to come out here.
“You did all of this?” she asks, dragging her fingers over the fabric cushions of the couch.
“Yep. I don’t get to come out here as much as I’d like, but it’s peaceful.” I walk over and snag her arm. “Sit.”
We both take a spot on the couch, facing the fire pit that isn’t lit. I wrap my arm around the back of the cushion and pull her to me. She feels so damn right, so perfect when she snuggles her body up against mine.
We sit there for long moments in silence. I kick my feet up on the small table I made out of the leftover cedar and just enjoy life for the moment. Tanner shifts, getting comfortable, and then I rest my cheek on the top of her head. This right here is what’s missing in my life. Then it hits me like a ten ton boulder, and I feel my body tighten.
My heart begins to pick up, and all of a sudden, my body is extremely hot. My mouth goes dry, and my grip tightens on Tanner. She’s what I’ve been missing. Her. Tanner. She’s it for me. This … This is going to be my life from this point on—my club and my girl.
The tightness recedes, and something foreign takes its place. I don’t want to call it love, because I don’t believe I’m capable of that shit, but it’s something. The feeling is euphoria, and I fucking love it.
I suck in deeply, and Tanner hesitantly raises her hand cupping the side of my face. I try not to flinch, but I do a bit. She doesn’t stop and I suck in deep something inside of me not allowing myself to back down from this. Tanner wouldn’t hurt me and I need to trust in that. I haven’t talked to her about my past because that is where I want to leave it. I need to look to the future.
“Are you okay?” she asks, but I can’t answer, from the touch to the swirling emotions squeezing my insides tight. I can’t.
I need to show her. I have to show her how much she means to me. I may not be able to say the words, because I don’t fully understand it, but my gut is compelling me to show her.
I lay my hand on top of hers then guide her to my lips. Sparks combust as our lips touch. I’ve never done sweet before, ever. I can’t help worrying that I’ll fuck this up somehow, but I go with my gut and let it lead.
Tanner moves and straddles my hips, her hands coming to my face, and I freeze for a moment, saying nothing, then go back to kissing her.
I want her to touch me. I want her to claim me as hers. I want her to inflame me.
Her hot heat rests on my already aching dick as both her hands cup my face, and she takes every opportunity to touch me. I have to admit, that shit is getting me off.
I take my time exploring her sexy as hell mouth, memorizing each and every sound she makes when I touch her in different places. I’ve never thought kissing a woman could be so damn powerful. With each movement of her lips, though, I can’t get enough.
“Need you,” I tell her, and she nods then stands up for me.
I slowly pull down her jeans, kissing her legs as I go, loving the feel of her shudders from my touch. I remove them as she lifts her feet for me, and then I rise, taking another mouthwatering kiss before I step back.
I slip my hands under my shirt, but her hand stops me.
“Let me,” she says softly as she lifts the fabric from my body. Her nails trace down my chest as she makes her way to my jeans next. “You are so sexy.” She unbuttons my jeans and removes everything from the waist down. My dick bounces on my abs, hard and ready, and my blood pumps as she rises enticingly.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lift her, kiss her, and then lay her down on the couch. As I settle my hips between her legs, her foot comes to rest on my ass while I devour her in another searing kiss, trying to pour into her the words that I’m not saying.
I place my dick at her entrance where the heat is detrimental. I realize quickly I have no condom on. Fuck. I reluctantly pull away to go to my pants and take care of that, repositioning myself.
I lace our fingers together and place them above her head. Entering her is heaven, but I go so slowly, so fucking slowly I’m sure I’m going to make myself crazy.
I make myself hold back, gliding in and out of her heat, building us both up slow and steady as we kiss with everything we have.
I pull away and look into Tanner’s beautiful emerald eyes.
“Rhys?” she says questioningly.
I’m not sure what look I’m giving her, but she can tell this is different than the other times. This is special.
Instead of answering, I kiss her.
She rips her mouth away. “Oh, God,” she yells, cutting my restraint.
